Weekend - Flume, Moses Sumney

Our love, was a weekend on the water

Silly me, for thinking you would want me longer

My love, found a home under the water

Glory be, 'tis the season for a slaughter

Girls will never know what they want, there’s no sorrow now

Was it all a mistake, got you sorry right now

If I had it all my way, I’d be with you right now

Haunted by a memory, yes I’m with you right now